Well, I thought about it...and I thought about it...AND I thought about it...and I decided to write a chaptered story. It'll be a lot longer than my usual cheese-o fics, but this one is short. I'm a Link/Zelda shipper so don't worry, just wait and see in the story! Anyway, PLEASE read and review! Thanks~*~*~



Disclaimer: I don't own Zelda. -_-



An Ocean Between Ch I: Sailor's Warning



Adagio waters softly penetrated the cool stillness of the virgin dawn, becoming distinct against the rising calamity of a new day. An array of warm light saturated the yielding sky as the remnant stars lingered faintly in the faded niches of the brightening canopy. Like the crystalline beads of sentimental dew dappling the bleached petals upon a withering rose, they were reluctant to return once more into the confining shadows of space. The sky bled freely the life of reds and oranges as though its vein pulsed rapidly with the elixir of the rainbows.

The gentle waters nibbled hungrily at the feeble wharf, filling and emptying from the shallow crater of every ivory barnacle as the sea would repeatedly rise and fall. Gold trim thinly contoured the crowns of every smooth ripple as it brightly reflected the luminance of the newborn sunrise. The earth, still slumbering amongst ebony shadows, deeply contrasted with the passionate glow of the sun's daily rebirth, as the merging of day and night, of dark and light, began on the horizon.

Amongst the awakening of the renewed morning, an indefinite silhouette distinguished himself against the obscure tree line, surrounded by a disheartened solitude. He stood, unmoving, bathing in the rays of darkness and concealing himself from the streams of the radiant sunshine. He was as solid as the day yet as quiet as the dawn. The swiftly growing sunlight began to outline the man's masculine body as it began to reveal the build of a young adult wearing a drab tunic. By the ocean's salty breath, it's color had been faded, holding only traces of forest green. The sheath on his worn leather belt had once carried a legendary blade that now lay to a peaceful rest in the exalted Temple of Time. The tattered sheath now only held a mere rusty saber, worn and unused. The people called him Link, although they only whispered it now, because heros die hard, and legends fall quick.

To hear the notes of a maiden's sweet song hidden among the ocean breeze was all he would hearken to. To see the maiden's azure eyes through the ashen sea was all he would frantically search for. And to feel the soft strands of crimson hair through his calloused hands was all he would reach at. His deep blue eyes grew vibrant as he pleaded in a deep raspy voice.

"Marin..."

Then nothing. Silence.

Because of the quickening expanse of the sun upon the bay, Link immediately grew restless, ready again to escape the shafts of cheerful light. He briskly turned around, leaving the haven that he would return to again and again every morning and created a pandemonium as he made his way down the dock. Already, the fishermen were about, actively hauling in the night's catch. Their clamor filled the clearing air as they discussed tales about fish of gigantic proportions and of the well known ghosts of pirates. Finally, a cheery song sprung into the throats of every sailor, shattering any hope of a peaceful morning. The hollow sound of footsteps on woods resounded down the quay as Link finally achieved the end, thankful for escape. As he ambled onto the sand, the seamen's eyes began to follow and their hoarse singing began to quiet.

A moment of silence prevailed, perhaps out of respect, perhaps out of wonder. One sailor in particular seemed deep in thought as the young man crossed his view. Consternation spread itself across his face, creasing his dark leathery features. Finally, he shook his head in disappointment.

"Ah, poor lad, he seems burdened of a deep loss. I wonders why he keeps coming back ev'ry morn." One sailor said as he tossed a tangled net back into the boat.

"Ai, that chap is melancholy, in and out. Methinks him crazy, loony to all ends." Another one said as he shook a fish to express his point.

"Nay, you're both mistook, that boy is lovesick. You can see it in his eyes. It's frustration." Said the man with the dark leathery features.

As they all scrutinized Link closely, a dismal hamper filled the air. Each sailor frowned, pervaded by helpless sympathy, as the figure became only a mirage on the horizon. One fisherman looked to the sunrise, a countenance of concern on his face, as he closely observed the reds and oranges of the heavens begin to fade into blue.

Red skies at morning, sailors' warning.

A storm was coming.



-Rosaceae



Ok ok it's short but I'd like plenty of reviews. They mean a lot to me!!! This is only the first chapter and the shortest one at that. More to come! Bye!